Night Sky Blade Novels & Stories

I didn’t ask for it. When he finished, I leaned back against the ridge and said, “What’s your name?” “Rylan.” “Your full name.” I demanded. “Rylan Stormblade.” I blinked, iknew that name. Stormblade was a bloodline that vanished two decades ago—after a rogue Luna poisoned an entire council during a mate-claim trial. “You’re supposed to be dead.” He smirked. “So are you.” We sat in silence for a long moment. Then he said, “They weren’t just trying to destroy your bond. They were using you as a vessel.”

The fight was on the streets before a small bungalow building, and there was a tiny fog of magic over the area which screened of the sounds from getting out and made all the humans in the vicinity asleep. “Get far away from here, to safety!” Damola commanded as soon as we stepped out. One of the two nighthawks Damola brought suddenly screamed as a hand pierced through his body, ending his Life. It was so sudden, so unexpected. Damola screamed and fell upon the cursed one in rage. The other nighthawk morphed and took to the air immediately.

"What?" Damon looked at him shocked. "Do they know?" "Yeah, they know..." Yang sighed and looked at Durga who was now also dancing like a crazy woman with Mira. "Looks like I am going to have a problem tonight!" "Don't know about you but mine is definitely going to make my night sleepless." Damon rubbed his forehead and looked at Mira who has gone wilder than before.

I blinked as a ray of sunlight came through the window. My eyes not yet fully open, my right hand reached for the gadget on the nightstand, fingering it lightly to see the time. When the flat black object was successfully grasped in my hand, I saw that it was exactly 6:15 am. It was still too early for me to get up. I usually set my alarm for 7 am, then head out to help prepare Gavin's family breakfast.

Sky nods, before snuggling next to me in the bed. “I like the way you smell,” she tells me. I stroke her hair. “And I like the way you smell.” Sky falls silent, and I think she has fallen asleep, when she suddenly says, “I am hungry.” While I barely touched any food today, I am fairly sure Sky ate well. Blade would never let a pup starve. “Do you want me to make you a sandwich?” “I need blood,” she says. For a moment, I forgot Sky is a hybrid.

Then I saw him. He stood where no path led, bronze skin gleaming as if hammered straight from ore, eyes faceted obsidian, hair pulled tight into a knot that never moved. Armour wrapped his body in shifting light—blades folded over each other, edges reforming every time my focus tried to hold. A sword the size of a man’s height rode his back, silent, patient. A weapon, not a man. Nyxara’s tone was ice: The First Blade. The name dragged dust from the rafters. Even Selene’s silver shivered.

But we made it. By the time Cancer turned back toward us, we were gone from his line of sight. He growled, snapping his claws. “Where are you?” he snarled. Below us, the water rippled with his rage. We pressed ourselves low on the stone, hearts pounding in unison, our Hellblades still pulsing with light. We clasped our hands tightly. With one final, synchronized jump, we launched ourselves onto Cancer’s shell and drove our blades downward. The impact cracked through the air like thunder.

Blade came out with his usual all black clothing—a big black sweatshirt, a black baggy jean, black glasses, black face cap, black sneakers— and a revolver carefully tucked by his side. To my shock, the passenger door opened and a girl came out. She was obviously young, probably fourteen or fifteen with red hair and a round hazel eyes which peered at me through the glass of the coffee shop. I couldn’t help but wonder who she was and why Blade had decided to bring her along. They both shared words before walking towards the coffee shop. “Emily!” Blade called as he walked inside with his companion right behind him. “I’m right here,” I said waving my hands in the air to draw his attention.

The sword known as the treasure of Blade's Reach was destroyed by Adrian. Hansen looked at the shattered Lunar Edge, completely stunned. The next moment, Adrian struck again with the Hellblade, which carried a killing intent that surpassed everything. The attack was about to fall on Hansen's neck.

"She'll know. Missing scouts mean more coming. Maybe her lieutenants. Maybe... worse." He nodded, eyes like stars. "Then we keep fighting. One step at a time." Campfire crackled as we gathered, sharing spoils. Elias handed me an Eclipse Blade, hilt carved with a bleeding moon. "Luna, could this help us?" I touched it; Moonbane runes flared, shattering the blade. "No," I said. "But it reminds us why we fight." Night winds carried distant howls—not ours. Seraphine calling. That night, on a makeshift pallet of furs, I stared at the stars.